The world has gone to hell it seems,
but he's out mending fence.
The lessons of a hard day's work
He's humble and he's modest
Hard at work, rain or shine
He ain't wasting any time
Bustin' broncs and ranch rodeos
Like the sage and the buffalo
I'm always willing to lend a hand,
never ask for praise or fame
He's old for a young man,
Irrigating beneath the blazing
sun and praying for some rain
A true romantic and poet too
Though he hasn't much to say
He may wear his heart out on his sleeve
But there's still work to do today
He's true grit and lonesome dove
Bustin' bronze and branch rodeos
Like the sage and the buffalo
Always willing to lend a hand
Never ask for praise or fame
He can tell you a story that
Whatever style he has is his own
Pays no attention to trends
He may wear the same clothes to town
He wore the brand calves in
True crib and lonesome dove
With the sage and the buffalo
Always willing to lend a hand
Never ask for praise or fame
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